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Plain like these clothes. You and I. No more. No home. None the less. More so, But when we fall! Oh the glory — the vanity! Cheers flow. Crowds crawl. Babies brawl! Insanity — Pornography – Make war! — watching us fall. At the edge of one day, we will go back, and vanish no more but where? Homesick, — Robert! Maybe not willingly. Sad. Broken. Nevertheless. In tears. In plain. And perhaps, in Vain? Vagabond, you and I We will find -a- home one day.